A/N: I decided to post 4 & 5 at the same time. : ) They go together. I
will continue to keep the story as confusing-less as possible. Have fun
reading on. (I have a feeling girls might find these chapters more comical
than guys, but who knows?) OH AND from here on out, these two will start to
get into each other's heads and experience life as one another...whether
they like it or not...
Chapter 5: With Wings?
~~
I almost contemplated going to the bathroom in the dark, but it's bad enough being in a GIRL'S body but having to deal with this mess in the dark?
I stepped toward the toilet, lifting the seat and adjusting the toilet paper. Stalling. Suddenly, the urge came upon me again and I had some choices to make: a) do the I-need-to-go dance, b) just GO, or c) pee Lizzie's pants and avoid it altogether.
I opted for "b", but not without doing a little of "a" first. I fumbled with the belt, and yanked it off altogether, tossing it to the ground. Without thinking about it, I forced the zipper open, pulled the pants down, and sat, finally, on the toilet. Ahh....sweet release.
~~
I HEARD IT! I finally heard the sound of urination. He actually did it. He peed in MY BODY! How dare he!
~~
After about a millennia and a half, I was done. I looked over at the toilet paper and then at the door. I didn't even look down. I felt like there was something missing...well there was, really. I just wasn't sure how to go about cleaning myself up-I mean, without being totally grossed out or seeing anything. I was determined not to be TOO scarred after this whole experience!
I reached over and slowly pulled the toilet paper from the roll.
~~
I tapped my foot impatiently. "Come on, Gordo," I mumbled to myself. I paced and waited. As I passed the mirror, I noticed my reflection in mirror. Correction. I noticed GORDO's reflection in the mirror. I stepped up to it, looking closely into the mirror's face. Well, I've always liked Gordo's eyes...and now I have them-on loan...and his hair wasn't so bad, I guess. I ran my fingers through it. The curls flipped right through my fingers and I jerked when I came to a couple of knots. He needs conditioner. Does he ever use it? Maybe a brush. Some mousse. His hair had serious potential. I could really do something with this hair. I just decided, if not for me, then for him, that I really need to start using conditioner. Well, HE does anyway. I use conditioner. Great conditioner. And for his sake (and mine) I hope he continues to use it...wait! That would require a shower....ohmigoodness! It was bad enough he was in the bathroom! I dashed out of the room and bumped right into me...I mean him...I mean....UGH.
~~ (a moment or two before)
Standing up, I pulled the pants back on and flushed the toilet. That was ...disturbing. And strangely enough, I truly felt like I had lost my manhood just now. But it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I did what I came to do. Pee and go. Now I feel better. I put the belt back on and washed my hands.
Looking into the mirror, at the blond strands that framed my face, the pink lip-gloss precariously placed upon my lips, the orange crew neck shirt I was dressed in, and the dangling ornaments around my wrists, I can't help but think...Orange really IS the new pink. Shaking my head of such thoughts (what has gotten into me?), I look again in the mirror and sigh deeply. Turning toward the door, I walk out of the bathroom. No sooner had I opened the door, I was bombarded by Lizzie. She fell to the floor and I was surprised that even in another body, Lizzie was as clumsy as ever.
Now you're up to speed on the situation. Sometimes, I wondered if Lizzie was.
~~
"You can't take a shower!"
"What?"
I stood up and faced him. "A shower. You can't take one as me!"
Gordo looked around and I could see the panic he felt on MY face. "LIZZIE," he hissed, when the coast was clear. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about conditioner. I'm talking about you being stuck in-"
"Oh no. We're not staying this way THAT long," he interrupted, as he walked past me and into my room. I followed.
I picked up the phone and started dialing.
"What are you doing?" Gordo asked.
"Calling your house. I need to see if it's okay to have dinner here," I said, putting the phone to my ear. I couldn't believe I was calling to ask permission to stay at my own house.
His mom answered the phone. "Hi, Mom!" I started, unsure of what to say. "Um, can I stay over Lizzie's for dinner?....NO? Why?" I began to panic. "Who's coming over? ...But we're working on a school project?...Ya know, that paper I was telling you about?...GREAT! THANKS! BYE!"
Tossing the phone on the bed, I flopped onto the covers.
"I forgot that my aunt is coming over," Gordo explained. He sighed. "Well, time for me to ask if 'Gordo' can stay over."
Gordo walked out the door and down the steps. Again, I followed him. We found Mom in the kitchen, preparing dinner. ~~
She turned to look at us. "Hi, kids."
"Hi," I replied, with a small nervous wave of the hand. "Is it okay if Gordo stays for dinner?"
She stopped and gave me a look. Uh oh. She knows.
"Well...of course it's okay!" She smiled. I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thanks, Mom!" With that I turned around to leave with Lizzie, but just then, Mrs. McGuire spoke again.
"Lizzie. Can you come here?" We both slowly turned around.
"Yeah?"
"Here, Gordo. You can help set up the table," she said, handing Lizzie a pile of plates, thinking she was talking to me.
"Um, I..." she looked at me, then at her mom. "Okay." I heard the strain in my voice as she secretly panicked, and I know she was praying her mom wouldn't say anything personal or embarrassing. I was too!
"Lizzie. I'm going to the store after dinner. Did those pads I got for you work fine? I noticed you're almost out and if you want I can buy you some other ones."
...Pads...? That's it? She wanted to ask me about PADS? That wasn't so bad. Lizzie had LOTS of pads. Pink ones, blue ones, ones that were fuzzy, ones with glow in the dark stars, spiral ones, art ones. I've seen lots of them in her room and in her locker. They seemed to work out fine!
"Yeah. They work great," I answered as naturally as I could.
"Great. How about the ones with wings?"
"Huh?"
"The pads with wings. Honey, did you want to try those ones?" She continued taking out the silverware as she talked to me.
I wasn't sure what she meant. With wings? Oh! WINGS! Angels, fairies, that kind of thing. Girlie things...yeah, of course!
"Sure! Pads with wings on them. Sounds great. Whatever you want." I was more than uncomfortable as she handed me the forks and knives. I was sure there was something I was missing from the conversation.
~~
I had been straining to hear what my mom said to Gordo, but she was good, real good, at keeping her voice to a private low. When Gordo finally appeared, he found me crouched near the wall, trying to eavesdrop.
"What did she want?" I asked, helping him to set the table with silverware.
"Oh, it was no big deal. She just asked if I wanted some paper."
I stopped, confused. "Paper?"
"Yeah. She asked me if I wanted paper with," he shrugged, "wings on it? You don't have angel notebooks do you?"
"Um, no...." I didn't get it. As he finished setting up the table, I wracked my brain for what on earth my mom was talking about.
Paper with wings??
"She asked if I wanted paper?" I said to myself, or rather, said to Gordo- self.
"Yeah." He looked over at the kitchen to make sure our conversation wasn't being overheard. It would have sounded pretty odd to anyone who didn't know the situation, and in this case that was EVERYONE. "She asked if I-YOU- wanted to try out the pads with wings." He nonchalantly put down the last fork and knife.
I paled and then turned red. PADS WITH WINGS?! SHE WASN'T TALKING ABOUT PAPER!! Gordo thought she meant pads OF PAPER! OH NO! How embarrassing!!
"Oh...yeah...pads of PAPER," I nervously laughed. "Of course."
Chapter 5: With Wings?
~~
I almost contemplated going to the bathroom in the dark, but it's bad enough being in a GIRL'S body but having to deal with this mess in the dark?
I stepped toward the toilet, lifting the seat and adjusting the toilet paper. Stalling. Suddenly, the urge came upon me again and I had some choices to make: a) do the I-need-to-go dance, b) just GO, or c) pee Lizzie's pants and avoid it altogether.
I opted for "b", but not without doing a little of "a" first. I fumbled with the belt, and yanked it off altogether, tossing it to the ground. Without thinking about it, I forced the zipper open, pulled the pants down, and sat, finally, on the toilet. Ahh....sweet release.
~~
I HEARD IT! I finally heard the sound of urination. He actually did it. He peed in MY BODY! How dare he!
~~
After about a millennia and a half, I was done. I looked over at the toilet paper and then at the door. I didn't even look down. I felt like there was something missing...well there was, really. I just wasn't sure how to go about cleaning myself up-I mean, without being totally grossed out or seeing anything. I was determined not to be TOO scarred after this whole experience!
I reached over and slowly pulled the toilet paper from the roll.
~~
I tapped my foot impatiently. "Come on, Gordo," I mumbled to myself. I paced and waited. As I passed the mirror, I noticed my reflection in mirror. Correction. I noticed GORDO's reflection in the mirror. I stepped up to it, looking closely into the mirror's face. Well, I've always liked Gordo's eyes...and now I have them-on loan...and his hair wasn't so bad, I guess. I ran my fingers through it. The curls flipped right through my fingers and I jerked when I came to a couple of knots. He needs conditioner. Does he ever use it? Maybe a brush. Some mousse. His hair had serious potential. I could really do something with this hair. I just decided, if not for me, then for him, that I really need to start using conditioner. Well, HE does anyway. I use conditioner. Great conditioner. And for his sake (and mine) I hope he continues to use it...wait! That would require a shower....ohmigoodness! It was bad enough he was in the bathroom! I dashed out of the room and bumped right into me...I mean him...I mean....UGH.
~~ (a moment or two before)
Standing up, I pulled the pants back on and flushed the toilet. That was ...disturbing. And strangely enough, I truly felt like I had lost my manhood just now. But it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I did what I came to do. Pee and go. Now I feel better. I put the belt back on and washed my hands.
Looking into the mirror, at the blond strands that framed my face, the pink lip-gloss precariously placed upon my lips, the orange crew neck shirt I was dressed in, and the dangling ornaments around my wrists, I can't help but think...Orange really IS the new pink. Shaking my head of such thoughts (what has gotten into me?), I look again in the mirror and sigh deeply. Turning toward the door, I walk out of the bathroom. No sooner had I opened the door, I was bombarded by Lizzie. She fell to the floor and I was surprised that even in another body, Lizzie was as clumsy as ever.
Now you're up to speed on the situation. Sometimes, I wondered if Lizzie was.
~~
"You can't take a shower!"
"What?"
I stood up and faced him. "A shower. You can't take one as me!"
Gordo looked around and I could see the panic he felt on MY face. "LIZZIE," he hissed, when the coast was clear. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about conditioner. I'm talking about you being stuck in-"
"Oh no. We're not staying this way THAT long," he interrupted, as he walked past me and into my room. I followed.
I picked up the phone and started dialing.
"What are you doing?" Gordo asked.
"Calling your house. I need to see if it's okay to have dinner here," I said, putting the phone to my ear. I couldn't believe I was calling to ask permission to stay at my own house.
His mom answered the phone. "Hi, Mom!" I started, unsure of what to say. "Um, can I stay over Lizzie's for dinner?....NO? Why?" I began to panic. "Who's coming over? ...But we're working on a school project?...Ya know, that paper I was telling you about?...GREAT! THANKS! BYE!"
Tossing the phone on the bed, I flopped onto the covers.
"I forgot that my aunt is coming over," Gordo explained. He sighed. "Well, time for me to ask if 'Gordo' can stay over."
Gordo walked out the door and down the steps. Again, I followed him. We found Mom in the kitchen, preparing dinner. ~~
She turned to look at us. "Hi, kids."
"Hi," I replied, with a small nervous wave of the hand. "Is it okay if Gordo stays for dinner?"
She stopped and gave me a look. Uh oh. She knows.
"Well...of course it's okay!" She smiled. I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thanks, Mom!" With that I turned around to leave with Lizzie, but just then, Mrs. McGuire spoke again.
"Lizzie. Can you come here?" We both slowly turned around.
"Yeah?"
"Here, Gordo. You can help set up the table," she said, handing Lizzie a pile of plates, thinking she was talking to me.
"Um, I..." she looked at me, then at her mom. "Okay." I heard the strain in my voice as she secretly panicked, and I know she was praying her mom wouldn't say anything personal or embarrassing. I was too!
"Lizzie. I'm going to the store after dinner. Did those pads I got for you work fine? I noticed you're almost out and if you want I can buy you some other ones."
...Pads...? That's it? She wanted to ask me about PADS? That wasn't so bad. Lizzie had LOTS of pads. Pink ones, blue ones, ones that were fuzzy, ones with glow in the dark stars, spiral ones, art ones. I've seen lots of them in her room and in her locker. They seemed to work out fine!
"Yeah. They work great," I answered as naturally as I could.
"Great. How about the ones with wings?"
"Huh?"
"The pads with wings. Honey, did you want to try those ones?" She continued taking out the silverware as she talked to me.
I wasn't sure what she meant. With wings? Oh! WINGS! Angels, fairies, that kind of thing. Girlie things...yeah, of course!
"Sure! Pads with wings on them. Sounds great. Whatever you want." I was more than uncomfortable as she handed me the forks and knives. I was sure there was something I was missing from the conversation.
~~
I had been straining to hear what my mom said to Gordo, but she was good, real good, at keeping her voice to a private low. When Gordo finally appeared, he found me crouched near the wall, trying to eavesdrop.
"What did she want?" I asked, helping him to set the table with silverware.
"Oh, it was no big deal. She just asked if I wanted some paper."
I stopped, confused. "Paper?"
"Yeah. She asked me if I wanted paper with," he shrugged, "wings on it? You don't have angel notebooks do you?"
"Um, no...." I didn't get it. As he finished setting up the table, I wracked my brain for what on earth my mom was talking about.
Paper with wings??
"She asked if I wanted paper?" I said to myself, or rather, said to Gordo- self.
"Yeah." He looked over at the kitchen to make sure our conversation wasn't being overheard. It would have sounded pretty odd to anyone who didn't know the situation, and in this case that was EVERYONE. "She asked if I-YOU- wanted to try out the pads with wings." He nonchalantly put down the last fork and knife.
I paled and then turned red. PADS WITH WINGS?! SHE WASN'T TALKING ABOUT PAPER!! Gordo thought she meant pads OF PAPER! OH NO! How embarrassing!!
"Oh...yeah...pads of PAPER," I nervously laughed. "Of course."